The Polar Bear and the Penis Fish
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: A story about a young woman's morning masturbation. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction Illustrated .
One time when I was small and had a bad dream my grandfather comforted me by telling me about the bad dreams he had of polar bears. I don’t think he ever saw a polar bear in the wild. Neither have I except for at the zoo one time. There was a little one, a polar bear cub, sitting on the stone ledge above the pool in his compound. She was so cute. She waggled her head back and forth a few times and then dove into the water. The splash leapt up and the bear cub sank, with millions of bubbles foaming up from his fur.
Now, when I touch myself, sometimes I think of that polar bear diving into the water. I use my left hand, the better to slow things down, to make things as tranquil as possible. My finger edges surreptitiously into my cunt crease just far enough to cover my clit. The pad of my fingertip makes the smallest possible motions, tiny circles. When I’m wearing my favorite bracelet there’s this soft clacking sound. Maybe you could hear my soft hum. The bear cub is sinking slowly through the clear water, a million bubbles rising up.
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